Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Estonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
cv313,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Association,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Sparks,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Von Mondo,
June of 44,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Görl,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.